Hallo! For the wild hunt
For every crowned animal.
Look, it's dawning
On the whole hunting-ground.
Come down, faithful rifle,
From placid cabin's wall!
To shoot duke-foxes
In this great fatherland!Chorus:
|: Hei-ho, tridihei-ho,
Tridihei-tridihei-tridihei-tridiho. :|

2. Out, you blades sharp,
Of thin iron cabinets!
You soon shall jump merrily
In a manly band!
The girl "Freedom",
So lovingly, invites you:
To pleasures clean and hearty
Come out of your quiet home.Chorus:

3. Shame on you, you millions,
You call yourselves humans
And, submit to slavedom
Under the yoke of crowns!
O! Feel the dignity of man,
Given to you by nature,
And throw away the burden
With your strong arms!Chorus:

4. What rushes from the high mountains?
What storms through the deep valley?
It's up to the dukes' minions
For the peoples' tears revenge!
Come on! You fiends of man!
Come onto the wide hunting-ground!
Today free citizens hunt wildly
Each crowned animal!Chorus:

5. Hey hog! your spiky fur,
Red with the blood of Poles!
Now in the free woods
The fierce hunter shoots you dead.
Ho! ho! so! so! Die, then,
You ducal game!
You'll get the finishing blow
From the hunter audacious and wild!Chorus:

6. The black of slavehood fades
To the bloody red of fight,
Freedom's gold proclaims
The end of all hard times.
Aim well, hack well, you true ones!
You rifle, and you sword.
Our descendants will rejoice about it
In their own free homes.Chorus:

The Chorus of this remarkably bloodthirsty song imitates the horn of the hunter. Much bitterness was spread among the population of the countries over the ducal hunting privilege, which robbed many households of a needed income.